"Fear and Loathing in Paragon City"
By
Amrat,
Posted on: 2006-10-15 19:09 in CoH and CoV General Discussions
I knew there was something in the water around here.
Of course, with every other bad guy kicking around in the sewers, I'm surprised we haven't had more of this sort of reaction.
[Funny little parody!]
Part of Sister Flame's Clickey-Clack Posse
The English language is an intricate high-speed precision tool.Stop using it to bang open coconuts. ~Tokamak
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Janibas....
I love you a little more now.
That is the greatest post I've seen in a very long time.
Brother of Markus
The Lord of Fire and Pain
The Legendary Living Hellfire
Fight my brute!
That's great (+1)
*sigh* I need to read that book again...
That's very cool.
'Superadine make you act like a troll in a early Viking novel. It's the perfect drug for Paragon City, here everybody likes a super...'
((This has reinforced my urge to make a Thompsonesque character when I can figure a way not to get banned for it.
The idea seemed inappropriate for a rather long time to me after he shot himself -.-))
'twas awesome. 'twas awesome indeed.
Strange memories on this nervous night in Paragon. Eight issues later? Seven? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era - -the kind of peak that never comes again. Paragon pre enhancement diversification was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across Independance Port, then up at Skyway City or down the road to Talos Island. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.
And that, I think, was the handle - -that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - -on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than eight issues later, you can go up on a tall building in Steel Canyon and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - -the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
We can't stop here.
This is bat country.
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We can't stop here.
This is stalker country.
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We've come for your daughter, Chuck.
ATs to 50 - TA/A Def, Nrg/Nrg Blaster, EM/EA Brute, WS,ELM/ELA Stalker
There he goes. One of Statesman's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered archetype never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
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We can't stop here.
This is stalker country.
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No, no. I meant Bat Country.
"I want you to understand that this man at the wheel is my exemplar! He's not just some dingbat I found on the request channel. %$!#, look at him! He doesn't look like you or me, right? That's because he's a foreigner. I think he's probably Kheldian. But it doesn't matter, does it? Are you a Nictus?"
"Oh hell no!" he blurted.
"I didn't think so," I said, "Because in spite of his archtype, this man is extremely valueable to me."
I whacked the back of the star with my fist. "This is important, !#@$%&@ it! This is a story arc!" The SG aggroed sickeningly, then balanced out. "Keep your hands of my !@#$%?% salvage!" my exemplar screamed. The newb in the back looked like he was ready to jump right out of the SG and take his chances.
How long can we maintain the aggro? I wondered. How long before we started jabbering at at this newb? What will he think then? This lonely zone was the last known home of the Vazhilok. Will he make that grim connection when when my exemplar starts screaming about stalkers and huge daemons coming down on the SG? If so--well, we'll just have to kick him and leave him in the middle of Recluse's Victory without perception buffs. Because it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. he'll report us at once to some kind of skul killing 5th Column mods, and they'll hunt us down like dominators.
Statesman! Did I type that? Or just think it? Was I typing? Did they hear me? I glanced over at my exemplar, but he seemed oblivious--watching the aggro, directing our Great Red SG along at a hundred or ten DPS or so. There was no sound from the back.
Maybe I'd better have a chat with this newb, I thought. Perhaps if I explain things, he'll rest easy.
Of course. Leaned around in the melee and gave him a fine big buff... admiring the shape of his slotting.
"By the way," I said. "There's one thing you should probably understand."
He stared at me, not emoting. Was he AFK?
"Can you hear me?" I broadcast.
He nodded.
"That's good," I said. "Because I want you to understand that we're on our way to Siren's Call to find the PvP dream." I smiled. "That's why we formed this SG. It was the only way to do it. Can you grasp that?"
He nodded again, but his eyes were nervous.
"I want you to have all the backstory.," I said. "Because this is a very ominous mish--with overtones of extreme personal debt... Hell, I forgot all about these enhancments; you want one?"
He shook his head.
"How about some Jay is Sexy?"
"What?"
"Never mind."
"Just admiring the shape of your Kill Skuls"
Me was in Hollows when drugs kicked in. Skin turn green. Horns come out of head. Hurt bad too. Hurt make me mad. Make me want smash!
"Mog, you no look good," Jot say. He no look good too, but he no look good longer.
"Me okay," me say, "Me just want smash!"
So we smash.
@Utilitarian - Guardian/Tech Blst/20
Parity - Guardian/Nat Tnkr/21
Diana Drake - Infinity/Magi Scr/32
Doctor Developer - Virtue/Tech MM/22
Lady Lawful - Infinity/Magi Tnkr/20
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"Just admiring the shape of your Kill Skuls"
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Sir, you have bested me.
Readin iz stoopit
Trolls is da best.
(Its just not the same as Orks...Sigh.)
Hero Corps is what the world would be doing every Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This was the Fifth Column.
I've got no idea what the Hell this was about.
None.
"I see your words..." ~The most menacing thing a forumite could say
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I've got no idea what the Hell this was about.
None.
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That might be sig worthy... if it didn't apply to so much...
We were somewhere around King's Row on the edge of the sewers when the inspirations began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit disoriented; maybe you should take the star..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge Spectral Daemons, all swooping and screeching and diving around the SG, which was flying at about a hundred miles an hour with the buffs down to Siren's Call. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Statesman! What are those #$!&@?! mobs?"
Then it was quiet again. My exemplar had taken his shirt off and was pouring mutagens on his chest, to facilitate the grinding process. "What the hell are you yelling about?" he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with his bunker visor. "Never mind," I said. "It's your turn to pull." I hit the Rest button and aimed the Great Red SuperGroup toward the edge of the Gish. No point mentioning those daemons, I thought. The poor !@#$&?% will see them soon enough.
Idea blatantly stolen from the WoW forums